snow in april.
snow in may.
snow that gets in my eyes, on my eyelashes,
in my boots
and under my skin
snow that gets into my heart
and refuses to melt
toffee when it sticks to my teeth.
dog hair on the rug.
white dog hair on black pants.
people who talk on their cellphones while driving.
people who take up two seats on the bus
and grunt when asked to make room for someone standing
buses that are late
buses that are so early you miss them
(rare but it does happen)
forgetting how i made a certain paint colour.
forgetting the names of people whose names i swore i’d never forget.
forgetting keys in doors
forgetting to lock doors.
feeding the cat.
the cat’s indifference.
when there’s no milk for the coffee.
racism. sexism. homophobia.
modern jazz that feels metallic and disharmonic and headache-inducing
and i know the reason it makes me crazy is because i don’t understand it
and i hate that.
not understanding makes me crazy. not getting it.
not being connected.
being too connected.
the cable company
the starbucks baristas who ask if i want room for cream in my coffee
and then don’t leave any room.
(yes i once made one cry)
the chaos in the tupperware cupboard.
things that make me crazy in a good way:
cats and dogs
that perfect shade of blue, trying to re-create it
poems by just about everybody
‘the artistic temperament’
sunrise. sunny days.
ipod photo apps.